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Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely
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Pats the head of another curly hair boy, just another toy
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Sick with silence she weeps sincerly
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saying words that have oh so clearly been said
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so long ago
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Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder
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Life has made her that much bolder now
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that she's found out how
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Dressed in silk, latin, lace and envy
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Pride and joy of the latest funny faire
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pretty passing care
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Hair today now dipped in the water
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Making love to every poor daughter's son
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isn't it fun
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Now today propping frace with envy
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Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
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and hasn't a care
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Doctor is coming the nurse thinks SWEETLY
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turning on the machine and NEATLYpump air
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the body lies bare
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Shaed and hairless what onces was SCREAMING
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now lies silent and almost SLEEPING
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the brain must have gone away
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Strapped securely to the white table
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ether caused the body to wither and writhe
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underneath the wight light
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Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
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sees the growth as just so much cabbage
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that now
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must be cut away
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Now comes the moment of Great! Great! Decision!
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The doctor is making his first incision!
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One goes here - one goes there
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The ether tubes leaking says someone who's sloppy
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Patient it seems is not so well sleeping
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The screams echo up the hall
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Don't panic someone give him pentathol instantly
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Doctor removes his blade
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cagily so from the brain
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By m count of ten -
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the head won't move
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Lady Godivas Operation
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